Linbian City, in a relatively remote alley, in the wine fairy building.

In fact, if you go back hundreds of thousands of years, the location of the Jiuxian Building at that time is not one of the best, but it will not be too bad.

It's just that the later expansion of the city, the city lord's mansion, which was not far away, was moved to that side, echoing the new east city from afar.

And the side where Jiuxian Tower is located has naturally become the old West City.

The city lord's mansion is there, where is the center of a city, so the old West City gradually got rid of the original prosperity, and the small alley where the Jiuxian Building is located naturally became a remote place.

The recent business of Jiuxianlou is not good, it is almost full every day, and nine out of ten are new faces.

The most important thing is that most of the new customers come to the country, and they are a little bit lonely regardless of the price.

And the behavior is full of strange smells.

When he came, his eyes always revealed a kind of indifference.

Lighting the extremely expensive Lone Smoke Spirit, but almost a sip of it, every night when he closes and rests, the old shopkeeper can still collect nearly eighty or ninety percent of the Lone Smoke Spirits in these sold Lone Smoke Spirits.

Where are you here to drink, obviously they are all here to send money, to give him Li Mo those silver taels of white flowers.

Xiao Li Yu was busy with farts and farts, and his face was full of uncontrollable smiles.

But the old shopkeeper who obviously earned enough silver taels was always sad anyway, and he couldn't mention the slightest bit of happiness, and the old shopkeeper who didn't understand how to think about it only knew one thing, that is, these bold drinkers didn't come for his Li Mo's wine.

So Li Mo, who made money, was a little unhappy.

At the end of the Mo Yohai period, Li Yu put the last wooden plank of the door wall.

wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, a little tired, but he was not happy, so it must not be tired.

Turning around and running to Li Yu at the counter, he saw Li Mo, the old shopkeeper with his hands supporting his head and half leaning on the counter, the old shopkeeper Li Mo with a sad face, paused his throat, and pretended to be an old man: "What's wrong Lao Li? Why are you not happy to make money?"

Lao Li raised his head, and his palm unconsciously slapped the back of Xiao Li's head, and he didn't forget to smile and scold "melon baby".

The chest was depressed, and it was nearly half swept away.

Li Yu, who was slapping and didn't hurt at all, pretended to grin with his teeth, but he didn't hide, and he had the momentum to take another beat.

However, when the old shopkeeper raised his hand again, Li Yu disappeared with lightning speed.

The ghostly one is especially loved by the old shopkeeper, at least the sadness on Li Mo's face is swept away, and he is no longer worried about Fang Cai.

The old shopkeeper who blew out the candlelight didn't even look at the profit ledger under his hand, and went straight to a small room on the second floor.

The room is not big, but it is enough for him and Xiao Li Yu to get along and rest, as for Xiao Li Yu, if it is bigger, without that small character, if he Li Mo is gone, this wing room that has been passed down for many years will naturally be passed on to Li Yu.

If he Li Mo's character is tough enough to die, it is also simple, and there is a bigger guest room next to him, which is rare to sit in once in half a year, so he will naturally add some beds and utensils, and it will become a bedroom unique to Li Yu.

The more the old shopkeeper thought about it, the more he felt that he had a spectrum, as for why it was not now, but the kind that he Li Mo was reluctant to, really reluctant.

When the restaurant didn't make much money before, the old shopkeeper was more and more energetic, but now the real name is the day after the gold, but the old shopkeeper is playing more and more energetically.

Jiuxian Building has a half-beamed kitchen, and the other half is where the built firewood room is located, and a simple wooden plank bed is placed in the innermost part of the wall in the firewood room.

On the board bed, a man sat cross-legged, his face was a little shiny and dark, and his two sleeves were raised high.

The shallow moonlight sprinkled irregularly on the dark-skinned man, and the man's sturdy chest rose and fell with the man's breath and breath.

The white pillar gushed out in the snort, if there is a mountain monk on the side, you must exclaim, aura!

It's still a particularly pure mountain aura.

A dark-skinned man, who is not affected by the secular rules under the mountain in the slightest, and freely absorbs the secular aura, is a strange thing.

The man sat cross-legged, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were as black as ink.

The man looked up at the window of the firewood room, the bright moon was shining, and it was silent.

Lifting his footsteps lightly, the dark-skinned man stepped off the wooden bed, and his steps were natural, even if he stepped on the dead branches and weeds scattered on the ground, there was not the slightest sound revealed.

The silence of the border city after the curfew is terrifying.

The narrow alleyway is black on one side and white in the moonlight.

The dark-faced man with the sleeves rolled up walked slowly in the narrow alleyway alone, and if you look closely behind the tall man, you will find a terrifying scene, and the dark-faced man is not visible.

It is no wonder that there will be a bunch of literati and rioters in the secular dynasty under the mountain, and they will depict it in heavy ink and ink, and they will talk about these mysterious and mysterious ghosts and bizarre theories.

It's not just just imagination.

The dark-faced man who had just arrived was particularly skillful in turning and turning, turning and turning, and finally stopped at the corner of the alley, in front of a house that was not too remote.

The dark-faced man didn't look at it, and went straight to the wall.

Quietly, the figure of the dark-faced man disappeared in place.

A drunken man who really couldn't bear the trouble of the wine worm in his stomach and secretly went out to eat and drink, staggered down the alley, and the drunk man at the right time bumped into the wine fairy building impartially, the dark-faced cook, suddenly, disappeared in front of the stone wall out of thin air.

The drunken man who hurriedly rubbed his eyes, but there was nothing in his eyes.

Don't look at some of his body is not very sober, but this brain is sober, and the border man doesn't have many other skills, but at this point, it seems to be a natural good skill, and he has nothing to say.

So the drunken man's half-drunk body suddenly sobered up most of the time, but in the end he held his mouth and didn't dare to shout, and his two legs can be said to be scattered.

Fortunately, he was silent, otherwise he would have been discovered by those patrol soldiers, and if one was not good, he would have to be tied up to kill the enemy.

The dark-faced man stepped over into a large lobby.

The lobby is big enough, at least a big room with three beams.

The man who stood firmly behind his heel, with square eyes, saw thirty or forty figures standing or standing or leaning in front of him, male or female.

The face is like an ordinary person, but it is not an ordinary person, they are all mountaineering monks on the mountain.